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 I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,
she said.

yes, yes? I asked.

she's young and pretty, she said.

and? I asked.

she hated your
guts.

then she stretched out on the couch
and pulled off her
boots.

I don't have very good legs,
she said.

all right, I thought, I don't have very good
poetry; she doesn't have very good
legs.

scramble two.

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